All That You Are.. Poem by Gold Trybes

The Man of war has spoken
What is there that saddens you?
What is there that bothers you?
When the mighty Man of battle has spoken

He is the consuming fire
Never shaken by our battles
Nor our circumstances
He is there before the war
Completed on end before the beginning
What is there that confronts you?
What is it that you are frightful of?

He owns the Heavens. He owns the Earth
Every single creature above it and
Every single thing beneath it
He is the Stone of the catapult
He tells the raging storm to cease
And commanded peace to reign,
And it was so
What manner of man is this?
Who has chosen not to forsake me

Oh just to be close to you, Almighty God
Is the desire of my heart

You are never far off
Never too busy for my healing
Never too busy for my daily needs

You are..
Always right on time
Doing pleasurable things to satisfy me..